You and me
and the devil makes three
he is laughing
or is he crying
the world is boys and girls
and the trouble they make
little girl
this is a dismal world for us
little girl
let no one rebuke you
hold my hand
we wander through the land
and burn in every bed
what is it behind your eyes
I must have it
what speaks to you
in that hushed voice
I must hear it
what drives you onward
I must know it
let the skies gather storms
let the wind grow strong
let the earth remove itself
I will roar
louder than all of them
the day
you are taken away.
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